Epica

Solitary Ground

Living at different places

Evading into various spaces

My compass has broken

I’m losing the way

An ongoing madness has led me astray

My past breathes down my neck

And it seems now that all I can do is

Go back to beginnings when all lay ahead

A fading illusion now plagues me instead

In me there’s still a place that fulfills me

A sanctity here that I call home, I run to

When winter descends

If I try, can I find solid ground

I follow elusive paths

Oh, it seems they’ve been written in stone

And the door to a new life is closing so fast

Burning the bridges will not bring me back

I know that in me there’s still a place that fulfills me

A sanctity here that I call home, I run to

When winter descends

If I try, can I find solid ground

Or am I just wasting time?

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